MEETING OF LIVINGSTONE AND STANLEY.
A volley from fifty guns echoed along the hills. Ujiji was awakened. A caravan was coming, and the streets were thronged to greet it. The American flag was at first a mystery, but the crowd pressed round the new comers. Stanley pushed his way eagerly, all eyes about him.
“Good morning, sir!”
“Who are you?” he startlingly inquired.
“Susi; Dr. Livingstone’s servant.”
“Is Livingstone here?”
“Sure, sir; sure. I have just left him.”
“Run, Susi; and tell the Doctor I am coming.”
Susi obeyed. Every minute the crowd was getting denser. At length Susi came breaking through to ask the stranger’s name. The doctor could not understand it all, and had sent to find out, but at the same time in obedience to his curiosity, had come upon the street.